The sword finger of his right hand passed across his right eye, and Yu Wan's dark pupils were covered by the pupils and turned into a pure amber color exuding a faint light.
Then in less than a breath, the amber color faded, the pupils returned to the sea of consciousness, and the right eye returned to its original black pupil shape.
This was the first trick that Yu Wan tried after understanding the function of the pupils. It is said that it can see through the concealment of the true body and aura of ghosts, but as for the effect, she is not sure yet.
But the only thing that is clear is that the pupil itself has the ability to see like an eyeball, so even if it is blocked in front of the pupil, you can see very clearly without any discomfort.
This is also why the message that appeared in the pupil suggested "replacing the eyeball with it". However, she was not comfortable with digging out her own eyeball and replacing it, so she found another way to come up with such a method.
Of course, there is another reason besides this, that is, even though Yu Wan has recognized the owner of the pupil bead, she always feels that there is something weird about this bead.
As long as the discomfort in her heart does not disappear, she will not take the risk of directly replacing her eyes.
At this time, she had been in the training room for more than a day, and it would soon be time to make herbal tea again. So after Yu Wan's eyes recovered, he adjusted his breathing for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the practice room.
While taking out a new set of tea ingredients and casserole, she started to make herbal tea while chatting with Heng Ha who had already woken up.
Because he had covered his breath and cracked the formation all the way, Hu Fuwei fell asleep after relaxing and has not yet woken up.
She slept in the alchemy room on the opposite side of the training room. She decorated it before night and made it a resting place for Heng Ha and Hu Fuwei.
After boiling the green grass tea, Yu Wan went to quietly check on Hu Fuwei's condition. Seeing that she was still sleeping deeply, he directly turned on the soundproof array in the alchemy room to prevent waking her up.
In order to conceal his whereabouts, Yu Wan changed the reception hall into a small kitchen with a three-burner stove, so that he could make tea and cook meals without going to the dining room next door.
Now there is a tea-making utensil sitting on one stove, and in the evening, the other two stoves are lit with empty flames, and today's dinner begins.
One stove is steaming rice, and the other stove is sizzling with hot oil, and the whole day's stir-frying has begun.
Soon, three simple spiritual dishes were prepared, namely vegetarian stir-fried shredded pork, hand-shredded mutton in a dry pot, and mapo tofu. The rice is also ready. It is white porridge cooked with white rice, and chopped dried apricot meat is added for seasoning just before it is served.
In less than a moment, the fragrance of rice mixed with the sweet and sour fruity fragrance floated in the hall.
After sharing Hu Fuwei's portion, Yu Wan and Heng Ha ate their own portions at the Eight Immortals Table.
After eating quickly, she arranged for Hengha to look after the house and went to Gaoyan's Qionglu with herbal tea.
It was just after midnight, and the sky outside was still slightly bright. Normally there should be monks changing guard in the white tent at this moment, but as Yu Wan walked along, the surroundings were quiet and seemed very depressing.
Even Gaowu, the little tail who could usually be noticed following her, disappeared today and did not follow her.
Soon he walked to Gao Yan's tent. After saying hello to Yu Wan, he waited for a long time before hearing a tired "come in".
After entering, what Yu Wan saw was a tired-looking Gao Yan sitting at the Eight Immortals table, rubbing his forehead. There were two monks standing beside him, and Gao Wu was among them, both looking sad.
The atmosphere in the room was solemn, and something big had obviously happened.
After putting down the green tea, Yu Wan was about to say goodbye when he heard Gao Yan say, "Don't come out if you have nothing to do these days. If..."
Gao Yan's voice was full of exhaustion. Yu Wan waited beside him for a long time before hearing his next sentence, "Be ready to leave this place at any time. Gao Wu will go find you then."
After confirming that Gao Yan had finished speaking, Yu Wan said "yes" and left.
After she returned, she was confused and didn't know what happened in West Market.
If only the strange green wooden pillars she destroyed didn't look like them, his way of dealing with them was too strange, and it probably wouldn't have given Gao Yan such a headache. However, she didn't know anything else.
While thinking about how to treat Gao Wu to a meal someday, he saw that Hu Fuwei was still awake in the evening, so he said something to Heng Ha, and then went back to the training room to learn formations and research new techniques.
In Gaoyan's tent, after Yu Wan left, Gaoyan gave a few instructions, and the monks who were with Gao Wu quickly left. He headed south, towards the direction of Nanshi Guixiao.
Gao Wu then took the order and led a group of people to the dark green dome huts on the south side of the white tent. This was the tent group of Gao Yan's uncle Gao Jing. The control center of the West City Formation was inside.
After giving all the instructions, Gao Yan used the sound transmission jade talisman to send a message for help to Fan Guitao, and then he finally started drinking today's grass tea.
In Beishi, Fan Guitao was very excited after coming back that night. She resisted the urge to send a message to her ancestors immediately, and after taking a few sips of herbal tea to calm down, she reviewed what she had seen and heard in the West Market.
After confirming that what the young demon master said was true, Fan Guitao excitedly sent out a top-secret transmission note.
After she watched the transmission talisman fly towards Xingtian's inner palace in the southwest center, she returned to the training room with satisfaction.
In the next few days, while waiting for a reply, she concentrated on practicing in the practice room. She didn't come out until someone knocked on the door.
"What's wrong?"
Fan Guitao looked impatient when his practice was interrupted, thinking that if his men were just bothering him with something innocuous, they would make him look good.
"Elder Fan, many unknown gray mist groups suddenly appeared in the Demon Prison. Our people lost contact after going in for several waves and never came out again."
"The gray fog is getting bigger and bigger now. My subordinates are worried that there is something strange in it, so I came here to report it."
After the person in charge finished speaking, he was sweating in his heart. He just hoped that Elder Fan would not take out his anger on himself for having his practice interrupted.
This person's name is Fan Ao. Although his surname is Fan, he is just an inconspicuous son of the Fan family. Because of his cleverness and good words, he got a job as a guard of the Demon Prison.
If he knew that he would encounter such a strange thing, he would have listened to his mother and stayed in Bei City to open a small shop to make a living. Although he can't leave the city, his life is his.
However, no matter how regretful he was now, Fan Ao could only wait tremblingly. The robe on his back was soon soaked with sweat.
After hearing Fan Aiao's explanation, Fan Guitao sat at the top, tapping the armrest rhythmically with her fingertips, thinking about the information in the words of the person below.
Gray fog? Isn't this the most common thing in Nanshi? A group of shabby ghosts gathered together in a foul atmosphere...
Could it be that Nanshi secretly sent someone to infiltrate my place?
Thinking of this possibility, Fan Guitao slapped his hand on the armrest angrily.
This shot made Fan Ao tremble all over.
"what's your name?"
After hearing the question from his superior, Fan Guitao, Fan Ao calmed down and replied as calmly as possible, "Little... little Fan Ao, father... father is the third batch of monks who came to Lucheng."
"Oh, is it still the Fan family?"
"Don't be fooled, my father is just working as a guard for the Fan family."
"In that case, take this token and lead Team D into the gray fog to find out." Throwing out a token, Fan Guitao saw his trembling look and comforted him, "Don't panic, it's just Nanshi Those ghost cultivators are causing trouble, and Team D’s cultivation has reached the golden elixir in the later stages of foundation building, so we can basically contain them.”
"With this token, you don't have to worry about not being able to move them just with your mid-stage foundation-building cultivation level. If you don't obey, just report it to me."
After finishing her words, Fan Guitao poured a cup of herbal tea and drank it to extinguish the anger caused by the ghost cultivator's little actions.
She snatched this tea from the young master of the demon tribe. The sheep was so stingy at such a young age that she only gave herself so much and drank it all in a few cups.
It's just a cup of tea brewed with grass. As for that, it's an honor for you sheep people to drink it with face. Fan Guitao cursed in his heart.
Fan Ao looked at the token in his hand as he lowered his head, wondering whether to express his uneasiness about the gray mist. But when she thought of the miserable consequences of Fan Guitao's treatment of those who disobeyed her orders in the past, even if she was right, she would still have to be punished.
So Fan Ao could only take it bravely, thinking that he would act according to the situation and save his own life.
After comforting himself, he suppressed the fear in his heart, accepted the order, thanked him, and left.
With Team D taking action, Fan Guitao thought it would take less than an hour to resolve the ghost cultivator's troubles. But who would have expected that two hours had passed and Fan Ao still hadn't returned.
Feeling impatient with waiting, and since drinking the grass tea, she no longer had any palatable tea to pass the waiting time. With her fingertips tapping faster and faster, Fan Guitao stood up and left the hall, preparing to go to the Demon Prison. Go over there.
These brats are getting less and less efficient at work. Let’s see how I torture them after I finish dealing with them.
Thinking of all kinds of torture methods, Fan Guitao came to the entrance of the devil's prison.
The entrance was empty, and she walked in with a dissatisfied snort.
